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Naoki is dead.
Chiaki and Isamu dragged him to the morgue inside of the hospital together, and he didn't twitch.
He doesn't smell dead, but who knows, maybe everything dying around them has masked his death scent.
Isamu is turning to leave -Chiaki having long since paid her respects- when impossibly strong hands grab him from behind and pull.
He closes his eyes. If this is the end, he doesn't want to see it coming. But he feels lips on his. Hands in his hair, the sound of his hat being knocked to the floor.
He opens his eyes.
His dead friend is kissing him.
He feels disappointed, alongside the feeling that his expectations are fulfilled.
See, people don't just want to be friends with Isamu. Friendship is a prelude to kissing, which is followed up by fucking. That's what people really want from Isamu when it comes down to it, or they don't want him around at all.
This is no diffrent, save perhaps that Naoki died before taking it.
Naoki's body is fluctuating between hot and cold temperatures. Isamu never heard of zombies doing that, but what does he really know. His breath doesn't taste dead, but Isamu hasnt really hung around dead people before, so maybe it takes awile.
His clothes are pulled off his body, and Isamu lets it happen. He knows where this is leading.
His dead tounge pokes at Isamu's teeth demanding entrance into his mouth, and Isamu gives it, because resisting makes things worse.
He's trying to remain quiet and unmoving like a good Japanese lover, but that doesn't seem to be what It wants. Its tounge explores his mouth until it finds places thst make him moan, its hands find places on his body that draw breathy gasps out of him. It's mouth roams his body biting and sucking and drawing cusses out of him.
It feels good, a want that puts heat in his belly and goes straight to his cock. It's hard, which isn't surprising. Sex always felt good. What's strange is how intense it feels.
It's not a surprise when dead hands push Isamu down and pry appart his asscheaks. What is a surprise, is when he feels tounge enter his asshole instead of the expected cock.
The noises Isamu makes blow his previous failures out of the water. Its embarassing. He's arching into it, pushing the tounge further into his ass, hard and hot and crying out for it. What the tounge is doing inside him is blowing his previous fantasys out of the water, and he whines at the emptiness he feels when the tounge is pulled out. It's quickly replaced by a hard cock, and Isamu is cumming around the invasion harder then he has in his life, as it burrys itself into his ass and Isamu clenches and unclenches his body around it, letting it shape the insides of his ass.
And he pants, cause he's tired, but then a hand cups his balls, and the other one finds his dick, and he realises, oh It wants him hard again when it cums into his ass.
And he is hard when he feels the deep release of heat in his ass, and still hard when its cock enters him again, easier this time with his ass filled with cum.
He loses track of time as it fucks him, as he fucks back trying to find the right angle where the cock will hit him in the spot that will make him cum. He looses count of how many times his ass has been cum into. The cock feels deeper inside of him then any he has taken. He feels impossibly hard when he finds the perfect angle, and rides the feeling of it longer then he ever remembers doing before.
Its not a surprise he passes out after it.
When he wakes up, his body is sore (particularly his ass) he is sticky with cum, and in desperate need of a shower. His pale skin is coveted with bruises and bitemarks.
His dead friends body is diffrent too. It has a horn, and glowing tattoos that pulsate with light. When the shell opens its eyes, those too are diffrent.
It grabs him again with too strong arms, pulls him back ontop of its cock, and growls “mine.” It vibrates inside Isamus body, and his cock firms up at the sensation.
A part of him wishes he wasn't so easy, that he wasn't so turned on by something wearing the skin of his dead friend fucking him without even talking about it, that knows how to make him cum to pieces around it.
The more practical part of him presses into the cock, finds rythem in the thrusting, and finds release. He thinks he even cums at the same time as it.
Then he finds his clothes, grabs them, and walks away before the thing recovers enough to want another round.
He starts his journey. He vacilates between beliving it was once his friend, to beliving that something else has taken over.
He's more inclined to believe the later. As much as the skin theif wants to steal Naoki's name, he's sure that something in Naoki died that night, before it took him.
Something new was born.
They call it the Demifiend.
The new world isn't all that diffrent from the previous one. Everyone wants to use someone for something. This time theres just few friendly apperences to be made for it.
It all plays a part in shaping his reason. He's tired of people only paying attention when they want to use eachother. He wants a world where each individual gets what they want, without having to rely on other people. Wouldnt that be a beautiful thing?
An ideal world.
His ideal world.
His Reason.
The Demifiend is there when he summons his Reason, and falls to his hands and knees. The Demifiend is behind him, pulling down his pants, and the trnasformation is painful, almost counterballanced by the pleasure of getting fucked, and when he screams he is unsure which of the sensations he is responding to.
He keeps presenting his ass in new angles, trying to get it deeper inside him, driven by spirits greedy to take on the demifiends power.
He feels both full and starving after the trnasformation settles. His body streches in new dimensions, flat stomach filling out with spirits that move. And the demifiend drops off twitching barely alive demons. Isamu knows its him because he can smell it on the bites.
Isamu uses him, because his ideal world isn't here yet, and he still lives in a world where people are users. This time he wants to be doing the using. Demifiend used Isamu. Isamu will pay it back. Use it back.
He has plans, for when he invites the Demifiend into the temple with Hijiri.
At first it works. He's kissing the demifiend in from of Hijiri, pushing it to its knees, having it suck his cock hard. And it feels good, being in contol, fucking its throat like this.
Then it pulls back, and Isamu falls over unballanced. Then it stands up and enters him from behind.
He looks at Hijiri, who is absoloutly baffled, and decides he doesn't want him watching anymore.
He cums to the feeling of the demifiend growling, still pleasurably shuddering through the transformation as he fuses with Noah.
Its only after Noah solidifies with him, that he realizes the truth. He's pregnant. The souls he fused with for his Reason, wanted new bodies and are using him as a vessal to get them. His appatite grows by the day.
He's waiting for the demifiend to fight him, the day he gives birth. He feels them leave, those souls he fused with, reborn in new bodies with the solitude they crave.
They used him. He used them. But he feels worse off.
Then he feels it use a healing spell.
The demifiend heals him before he fights him and what the fuck is up with that!
Isamu tries again to dominate the fiend, and once again ends up on his knees, godhood bleeding away, leaving him feeling like a used crumpled up tissue.
The demifiend does not leave.
Instead It holds up some kind of bug wriggling in Its hands.
Isamu looks at the skin thief blankly, as it puts the bug into his hands.
“I can take care of you” it promises, hands clenching around his shoulders, bruising.
Once again, a thing wearing the skin of his friend kisses him. Isamu kisses it back and wonders if there is anything left of Naoki in there?
He doesn't see it, if so. Just a monster wearing the skin of a friend, something inhuman left behind after death.
“You are mine” it insists, hands over his stomach, and Isamu feels the unspoken words meant with that.
Its to fuck. Its to impregnate. Its to have whenever it wants, to do whatever it wants to.
Ismau is dying, and doesn't want to die. But he also doesn't want to be Isamu anymore.
He eats the bug.
The monster wearing the skin of his friend fucks the last remaints of humanity out of Isamu.
Isamu dies.
Something else wakes up with his skin